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10 June 2011 @ 04:55 pm
It's been ages, but I thought I'd post a Pulled Pork Recipe that saved my night tonight.  I should be promoting my Epicure brand, but I didn't have any on hand, so I looked to the web for an idea.  This one looked good, (and easy) so I tried it, and came home to the most mouth watering lovelyness!  I keep sneaking bites while telling the guys its not ready yet! 

It's the best puled pork recipe, but you have to follow the directions exactly. And if your dutch oven is smaller, just make sure you get a 3lb roast!

I have a Staub, and I use it for so many dishes!

Fall-Apart Tender Slow-Roast Pork


1 pork butt roast (about 3-4 pounds) (sometimes called shoulder)
1/3 cup Worcestershire sauce
3/4 cup packed light brown sugar
1/2 cup apple juice
1/2 teaspoon salt


Preheat the oven to 400°F (200°C).

Place the pork in a casserole that is just large enough to hold it and has a lid. (I use my 7 quart Le Creuset dutch oven). Sprinkle the roast on all sides with Worcestershire sauce, using it all. Then press brown sugar coating on all sides of the pork, using it all (yes, it's messy but worth it)! Pour the apple juice DOWN THE SIDE of the casserole to the bottom, being sure not to drizzle it on the crusted meat. Cover tightly.

Place the roast in the oven and IMMEDIATELY turn the heat down to 225°F. Roast without opening the oven door for about 4 1/2 hours, until the meat is so tender that it pulls apart easily.
Remove the meat to a platter and pull the meat apart and remove the bone and and all visible fat. Stir the salt into the juices at the bottom of the pan. The salt cannot be omitted; it is vital to bring out meat flavors. Return the shredded meat to the juices and serve the meat in its delicious juice hot or at room temperature.

Feeling: hungryhungry
12 November 2010 @ 12:17 pm
Ain't it purty?Collapse )
11 November 2010 @ 09:02 am
The very first Remembrance Day that I remember, was in grade one.  Though I'm sure we did something to mark the moment of silence before then, the big production of the grade school assembly stayed with me.

I remember Mrs White - the epitome of a grade one teacher - having us make giant poppies to decorate the gymnasium.  I remember learning the poem In Flanders Fields', and I remember a very general idea of what we were remembering.  Soldiers who went to war for our freedoms. I imagined adults in the school yard, arguing back and forth the way we did.  'Did not!  Did too!'  I didn't really 'get' the concept of war. 

I remember coming home the week of our 'preparations' and telling my parents about the war.  What I said, I can't be sure.  But I am sure it was interesting.  And way off.  I had a big imagination, and I'm certain my concept of what war was, had coloured my tales.  Probably something to the effect of my witnessing a war.  And that we were preparing to thank the heroes for 'going to bat' for us. 

I remember my Father telling me about his father.  That my Grandfather had been in a war.  The First World War.  That he'd seen the 'Front Lines', which I imagined meant he stood at the line that was drawn on the ground.  Shouting very loudly for our Freedom.  'Pops' was still alive, and I couldn't wait to ask him about it.  So we called him, and he came over to show me his medals, and tell me very little of what he saw.  

I went to school the next day, full of stories and excitement.  My Grandfather stood at the line!  He shouted for our country!  He was really really old!  (Poor Pops!)

One thing lead to another, and my Grandparents were invited to the assembly.  I'm sure others were too.  There must have been many kids in my class who had grandparents who served.  But because of both generations having their kids later in life, my Grandfather was the only WW1 vet.  After we sang our songs, and recited our poem, my principal came out onto the stage.  He asked all the veterans to stand, and we clapped for them, and after he made a special announcement for my Grandfather.   Pops stood alone, with tears on his cheeks while the auditorium stood and clapped for him alone. 

It's my first real memory of pride, and I couldn't understand why he'd be saddened by that.  I bragged to all my friends and anyone else who'd listen "That was Pops.  He's my Grandfather." 

After the assembly, on our way home, I asked Pops why he was sad.  Everyone was clapping for him!  Why would that make him sad? 

I don't remember the exact words, but I remember the conversation every Remembrance Day.

He was sad for what he lost, but moved to tears for what it was worth.  He cried because he'll never forget.  And because he'll never want to.

Pops passed away at the age of 93, a year later.

Thank You Pops, for your sacrifices,  and your honor. 

I'll never forget.  I'll continue to remember for you.
Feeling: Moved
10 November 2010 @ 09:22 am
I fell off the 'writing wagon' miles and miles ago.  I can't even look on the NaNo forums for shame of my rather poor word count in comparison to others. 

But this time, I'm not going to do what I usually do.  Hide.  Close my eyes, and not look.  Turn off the computer, and come back a month from now.  *Shakes head*  Nope.  I'm going to forge ahead.  Just pretend it didn't happen, and move forward.

Officially.  I suppose, I've lost the game.  But the bad news on that front is that I never got around to signing up on the NaBloPoMo site, so I'm not an official participant.  No, I can't win any cool prizes, or buttons for my blog.  But, that wasn't why I was doing this anyway. 

I was doing this to encourage my writing.  I was doing this because it's a great way for me to unwind.  I was doing this to hang out with my Blogbuddy.  *Grins* 

All those things are still in play.  *Shuffles* Y'know, if she'll still play with me after I dropped the ball.  *Shuffles*  I've still got lots to talk about, I still love writing, and my characters are knocking around in my head yelling at me to get them down on paper.  So to speak.  *Laughs*

So what's going on today?  Some Chicken Chili which I'll probably tweak one way or another.  I'm really interested in making some home made bubble bath, so I'm going to look for some recipes for that.  If I find anything interesting, I'll post it here.

And one of my characters has changed her involvement in my story without consulting me!  I've always been amazed how a character themselves can change the course of a story.  I don't know if this is a usual writing, but I usually let my characters take over.  Just reigning them in when I desperately need to.  Mind you, Ive never been published.  So .... *Laughs*

It's all about the fun, and not the rules.  It's a good thing too.  Ive never been good at following the rules.
07 November 2010 @ 11:38 am
Over fed, well shopped, and well rested.  We're making plans to head home now.  But not before we hit my favourite childhood 'playground', Colasanti's. 

It used to be a very large green house full of house plants of every variety.  There were also birds, and a petting zoo to amuse the kiddos while the parents shopped.  There has always been a snack bar with the most amazing apple cider and fresh made doughnuts.  Now-a-days, there's one small meagre section of plants, mini put, bumpercars, the petting zoo, that used to have barnyard animals now has a tiger and snakes, along with the barnyard set.  The snack bar, now has dining rooms you can rent for family events.  There are rides, and tourist shops.  

It's such a shame.  Such a mess.  But I can't help myself.  I still have to go, and find myself in the small little section the resembles my childhood.  Even if I have to close my eyes, and stuff a hot cinnamon sugar doughnut in my mouth and hum loudly so I can't hear the arcade noises.  

I suppose they guy has to make money.  And the people aren't staying away.  It's always packed there.  With kids loving the games and the rides.  Shouting at the poor animals, and giggling with glee at the clowns walking around.  I have this odd urge to pull one aside, and explain how they're missing it.  The green houses FULL of plants that I would bring home every time I went, to grow in my Mom's sun porch.  The pickers in the finger that would last a week, because I couldn't resist touching the cacti and getting pricked.  My sticky hands, and dirty knees from spending half an hour just petting a horse, and actually being able to pet it.  Not having to look at it from behind safety fencing, because sometimes a horse is going mistake a kids fingers for the feed encased in her tiny hand. 

But the kids these days need fun created loud and proud for them.  If it isn't screaming at them, it's not fun.  If you don't pay a ticket price, and have to follow strict rules to keep Colasanti's from being sued, than its not fun.

*Sighs*  But I still want to buy a little plant, to grow in my sunny window.  Eat some warm doughnuts, and wash them down with cider.  If I close my eyes tight enough, maybe I won't hear the Justin Beiber tribute show. 
06 November 2010 @ 03:19 pm
Stuffed.  We are stuffed beyond belief!  It's been food and candy non-stop for hours now. 

But it's been so much fun!

First we hit the saltwater taffy shop.  Then the Sausage Haus.  *Giggles*  Then the Bavarian chicken place.  Then the fudge shop.  *Drool*  

We've done some shopping too.  Mainly clothes and Christmas gifts for the little guy.  But a couple of sweet things for me too.  Yay!

We're hitting a buffet for dinner at the Windsor Casino for dinner tonight.  I hope it's going to be a late dinner. 

Time to pull out the hollow leg.

I miss my buddy, but I'm having a blast.
05 November 2010 @ 06:45 pm
I can't write much, as I'm typing on my Blackberry.  And I can't get the LiveJournal Mobile site to work.  Grr.  Figures.  I was thinking I'd need to clear it at home before I started out.  But home got very busy with the packing and the lugging.  I ran out of time to do the 'little things'.

We're on the road, headed 'south'.  Just a weekend away.  A first for my Hubby, who hasn't gone out of the house for more than 12 hours since we had our little guy.  I'm not ashamed to say he's the only one.  I've tried and tried to convince him to take a weekend away with the guys, or to just go out on his own or something.  But no dice.  I think he feels way too guilty for even beginning the plans.

So I made all the plans myself.  Got a sitter for two nights. (Thanks MIL!) Begged an airmattress from friends of ours, so we can crash at their house.  They got sitters... so we're kid free for two nights! 

We're going to Frankenmuth Michigan.  Which is a place I haven't been in years!  I was probably 9 or ten the last time I was there.  It's an 'all year Christmas town'.  You know that scene in A Christmas Story where they walk into the department store, and see all the Christmas-ness?  The whole town is like that.  Mike is a huge Holidays geek, so he's going to love it.

He thinks we're going to Rock of ages, and is too nice to not admit he's SO not thrilled about that.  *Grins*

And.. it's snowing! 
04 November 2010 @ 08:58 pm
Bathtime, and story time sorted?  *Check*
Full tummy, and snoozing tot?  *Check*
Hot tea waiting for me when I get out of my shower?  *Check*
Laptop on, and ready for when I sit down?  *Check, and Check!*

It's been four days, and already I've developed a good little routine.  Something I kind of like having really.  Some defined 'Me time'. 

I have to say, I'm pretty lucky around here.  Mike is really good about taking over child care when I need to go out.  Or just giving me an hour if I just can't handle another screech.  No matter how cute it really is. 

And I mean, fair is fair.  I work hard to give him the downtime he needs too.  It's a bit of a juggling act to spend 'quality family time' and still get a bit of Me Time out of the week.  And yeah.. some of the dust bunnies could use leashes.  Some weeks, the laundry could just do itself.  (I wish!)  But then again, I've never been Martha Stewart.  So I'm over having an immaculate house.  (Never really was 'under' the concept)  

Committing to write every day, has had its challenges.  Especially the amount I've committed myself to write.  But I'm like that.  I like to challenge myself at random fun things like this.  That way, I feel productive, and have a good reason for not doing the laundry.  *Laughs*

I've always found that a good way to handle a challenge, is to establish a routine.  A game plan.  Some sort of direction of attack.  My little corner desk in the basement seems to be my 'boundary'.  My mug of tea seems to be my fuel, and the encouraging glow from 'Bubbles' (does anybody else name their laptops?) is my coach. 

It's only been four days.  But I'm already encouraged by the volume of 'production'.  Not so encouraged by the quality.  But hey.. that's what the new year is for.  Editing! 

So how do you get yourself into the 'writing groove'?  What little tricks spark the creative flow?  Do ideas drip from the hot shower head and seep into your brain?  Does Darjeeling, or Chamomile coax out the crux?  Do you bribe your ideas/characters with bits of chocolate (or left over halloween candy like I do here?)

We're going away for the weekend here.  So I'll be 'mobile posting' from my cell.  Or trying to.  I've never done that before.  If posts don't appear, I'll save them to my gmail, and upload them come Sunday night. 

Have a good weekend!
03 November 2010 @ 09:25 am
No food today.  Or atleast, nothing noteworthy -or rather 'blogworthy'.

I didn't hit my writing mark yesterday, but got close.  My husband brought home a movie to watch that evening, so I didn't head downstairs to the laptop for the last hours of writing. 

Instead we watched The Karate Kid.  The remake, with Jaden Smith.

I can't say I didn't like the movie. Horrifying as that is.  It followed the original pretty closely.  It was entertaining.   And I will admit, I'd probably seen the original about 10 times.  There were a couple little nods to the original film too which gave me a cute chuckle.  I'm rather certain this was the intent, so points there.

But.. there was something about Jaden himself that just got under my skin.  I was trying to put my finger on it, because I wondered if I just wasn't being fair.  My first reaction was that the kid was precocious and irritating.  But that was sort of the point of his roll, no?  Was he acting, or is he really like that?  And if he is, someone needs to put a stop to it.  Please!

So I shut down my inner critic, read: told my irritable PMSy self to shut up and shoved a bunch of pretzel M&Ms in my mouth - and watched the rest of the movie.

I think I figured out what bugged me about this kid.  He's supposed to be 12 in this movie.  Which he is in real life.  Yet, the role - or his acting, a bit of both I think, was way over the top for this.  Am I just getting crotchety in my old age?  But whats with all the bare chested 'manly' scenes?  And his 'tude!  He's supposed to have attitude, I get that.  In fact, when his character actually had a temper tantrum, he seemed more real.  Like that was more believable than his general 'cadence'.  You know the "What up.." stuff.

That's when it hit me.  He was being his father.  Down to the basic essence of it.  It was as if the Fresh Prince remade the Karate Kid.  Thats why his general 'attitude' bothered me.  He wore it like an oversized coat.  It just didn't fit.  There was even a line in the movie - and I'd have to watch it again to be sure - but I swear he said "I have an Uncle Phil who knows [insert Karate term here]"  There were points in the movie where he seemed to drop it.  Perhaps this is where the Fresh Prince just didn't work?

I like Will Smith.  I loved the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air when I was growing up.  And I happily watch movies with Mr Smith in them now.  And I'm sure, as a proud father, he wants nothing but the best for his little offspring-actor. 

But Jaden reminded me of that kid in class who tried too hard to imitate the 'cool adults' around him.  In my class it was a Jim Carey wannabe.  Sure, we all laughed.  It was fun to see what he'd do next.  But at the end of the day no one really knew him.  He just put on a show.  And that's what it feels like with this remake.  That the poor kid, thought he was the coolest ever to be acting in his Dad's favourite childhood movie, but it wasn't acting.  It was mimicry.  And at the end of the day, all we know about Jaden, is that he's his Dad's Mini-me.
Feeling: cynicalcynical